He helps me to my feet, and we carry on walking.
“About sucking your cock…”
He looks down at me, eyebrows raised questioningly.
“I love doing it, but I’d rather taste your cock than a blueberry condom.”
He chuckles. “I have other flavours.”
“I’d still rather taste your cock.” I lick my lips. “Andyour cum. I’mveryhappy to swallow, by the way, just so you know.”
Hamish hums. “Thatisgood to know. You’re asking for us both to get tested?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not normally a step I’d take until I’d been seeing a man for some time.”
"I get that, but as the one sucking condoms daily, I'd prefer to get it done ASAP."
He chuckles. “All right.”
“Really?”
“Well, it’s either that or you start refusing, and I have to spank you for disobedience.”
I shiver. "Well, I wouldn't be averse tothat.”
“I might have to think of something you don’t enjoy.”
“Why?” I ask innocently.
“Because it’s supposed to be a punishment, not a reward.”
“Oh.” I purse my lips. “Well, I don’t enjoy sex at all, so you could always punish me that way.”
He lets go of my hand and grabs me by the waist, pulling my back against his chest. He brushes his lips over my ear, his beard scraping my cheek and jaw.
“That’s not true, is it?”
“It’s completely true. Sex is such a chore.”
He laughs against my ear and then sweeps his hand to palm my cock through my jeans.
I gasp and squirm in his grip. “You know a dog walker could come over the hill any minute now?”
“I’m aware. But you’re beingverynaughty.”
“And stroking my cock is a punishment?”
“True.” He stops.
Although I whimper at the loss of contact, I know it’s a good thing he’s stopped.
“I could spank you when we get home,” he says.
I turn around and put my hands on his chest, right over his nipple piercings. I can feel the hard rings of metal through his polo shirt. “That’s a good punishment.”
He narrows his eyes. “Based on how you’re behaving, I’d say it was more of a reward.”
